I HOPES, that swell in youthful breasts, Live not through the waste of time? Love's rose a host of thorns invests; Cold, ungenial is the clime, Where its honors blow. Youth says, 'The purple flowers are mine,' Which die the while they glow. II Dear the boon to Fancy given, Retracted whilst it's granted: Sweet the rose which lives in heaven, Although on earth 't is planted, Where its honors blow, While by earth's slaves the leaves are riven Which die the while they glow. III Age cannot Love destroy, But perfidy can blast the flower, Even when in most unwary hour It blooms in Fancy's bower. Age cannot Love destroy, But perfidy can rend the shrine In which its vermeil splendors shine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RELIGION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HUMANE REVENGE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FRAGMENT OF AN ODE TO PRINCE CHARLES by ROBERT BURNS |